She is not Astrid. She was never Astrid. And hiding behind a name - a mask that they have ripped off - will not save her. In this world of power plays, only playing their dangerous games, will. "I have been the maiden for long enough, I shall be the huntress now." ~~~ DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A FANFICTION CONTINUATION OF 'THEIR DOLL 2' BY SCARLETTE VELVET, PICKING UP FROM THE NIGH-END OF CHAPTER 63. Their Doll book 1 and 2 need to be read to truly grasp the essence of this book. This fanfiction alters the story from chapter 63 onwards and intends on providing an alternative ending. This is a fan-work and all credits of the original storyline, characters, backdrop etcetera go to the original author, who hasn't been reachable on Wattpad for a while now. She has created a fascinating universe and I simply intend to fan-dabble in it. ~~~ WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF DUB-CON AND NON-CON, AGE-GAP ~~~ Credits of the original books - world and character building - go to the author ScarletteVelvet

The sounds he made was unbearable. It echoed in the room. These wet sounds of him sucking beneath me scorched my cheeks and my lower belly. What is this? "Stop moving so much. If you resist, it'll only hurt later." Later...what more is left of this night. *** Where a girl with speech disorder is sold off to the Barbaric leader. Out of the 3 sisters she is constantly told and thought to be the least beautiful of them all. After a war breaks out between the Roem and Ninavon empire, the King of Roem orders 1 man from each family to fight in the war. Duke Pensington, in fear of his life, selfishly sells his youngest daughter to Khael in exchange for his service to fight for his life in the war. When the war ends, surprisingly, Khael returns alive and comes to claim his wife. ♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (change of plot) ♡ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ꜱᴏᴏᴊɪ ᴋɪᴍ

Disclaimer - This book is 18+, so kindly avoid it if you get triggered easily. ---- No this wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to leave him alone like they promised. Then why? Why was he still in their bed, why hades was pounding him from behind. And lucius, he just won't stop kissing him. "Stop i-it" leon managed to say in between the kisses. They probably didn't like his resistance and the next thing he knew hades smacked his bare ass "shut up and don't you dare stop us leon" he warned and with that he started fucking him aggressively. Leon released a painful groan, now he was sure that both these father and son were crazy. ----- __Leon Smith__ - living in a small town with his grandfather, leon was always a good boy. He helped his grandfather in every work. They had a stable and beautiful life. His grandfather's dream was to get him in a prestigious college, and leon wanted to fulfill his deam at any cost. But leon had no idea that this dream would ultimately destroy his peaceful life. __Hades Romano__ - Power, position, respect, you name it and Hades Romano will already have it. But under his calmness and smiling face laid a dark personality, which strangely, a certain redhead named leon seemed to unleash every time they met. And weirdly hades's son had the same thoughts about the redhead. __Lucius Romano__ - He always got what he wanted, like a prince, but his father, hades, made sure not to turn him into a brat. Lucius had anger issues like his father but the only difference was hades was good at hiding it and lucius not so good. His world revolved around his father and learning business from him, that's it. But then who was this redhead, who just by one look shook his entire world. And now both father and son can't seem to take their eyes off of him. Too bad for Leon because Hades and Lucius are not letting him go anywhere, whether he likes it or not. Note - And don't worry there won't be any incest.

They're back. After months of her disappearance, their world had spun. Swung off balance and staggered. Aurora had left the hearts of the three ruthless and most empowered men bruised and shattered when she turned and ran from them without another word. Rafael, Zayn and Cruz were left to wonder. But soon, their silent wonderment turned into smoldering rage. Unstoppable violence and uncontrollable anger. They became exactly what they were known for before her. The inner beasts had been unleashed, and what to do when their doll isn't theirs anymore? Find out in 'Their Doll 2' Warning: This is a sequel of 'Their Doll'. Cannot be read as a stand-alone novel. This is a dark romance book. Contains graphics, sexual content, and more. 20+

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

Sydney Brown, is gonna be 18 in a few days. But her birthday is a nightmare for her. She will be wedded to a 49-year-old man on her birthday. Though she is not a maid, she works like one. Her life is no secret. As the whole town is aware about her incident. An incident that made her an outcast. She keeps her head down. Never speaks until she is spoken to. And tries her best to never get into trouble. Noah Miller, 26, is one of the richest in States. Runs a billion dollar tech company and soon going to be inherited Miller Enterprise making him the sole influential person in the region. Not very social. Treasures his privacy most. And calculative in his ways. But nowadays he is on a road trip. Each town is somehow connected to Miller Enterprise. Every girl in those towns is crazy about his arrival and gonna wear their best dress. Seems like a love story? Think again. Try three chapters and you will be so emotional that you feel like not reading further. Read five and you might bewitched by this book and would love to read it. On your own risk.

A sequel to His Forbidden Entanglement. (You need to read the first book to understand this one. It cannot be read as a standalone.) *** She ripped a part of him a few years back, and now he's stuck in this messed-up maze, looking in all the wrong spots, desperate to patch up that missing piece. ***

Celia Harrington falls in love with, and impetuously marries Sir Mark Winthorpe, an older, wealthy, dashing and enigmatic widower. Thus begins Celia's new life as the young bride of a husband she barely knows at the hauntingly beautiful Ashcourt Manor, her new husband's massive country estate, walking in the shadow of Isabel, the first Lady Winthorpe, and the mysteries surrounding her predecessor's tragic death...

Pardona (noun)- A Mistress. They were married but she was never his wife. His slave, his maid, his Padrona, his trophy but never his wife. #514 in ShortStory ~21/08/2018 #57 in General Fiction ~ 14/12/2017 #64 in General Fiction ~ 11/12/2017 #92 in General Fiction~ 23/11/2017

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."